"Is it the Co-Leader?"
No one could see the brilliantly radiant figure clearly or make out his true face. But a certain hope stirred in their hearts, prompting this guess.
There was no helping it. That person was simply too powerful, too dazzling. Throughout the legends and old accounts of the Thirty-Second Pass, no such hidden "old monster" could be found. If he was not an enemy, he could only be the Co-Leader.
"Not necessarily..."
In these apocalyptic years, who would willingly accept their end? Now that a being capable of turning the tide had abruptly appeared, it was impossible not to harbor some hope.
But ordinary people did not understand. Those in high positions, beings who had contact with the Co-Leader's circle, could hardly fail to understand. Even those on its outermost fringes knew full well that the brilliantly radiant figure could not be the Co-Leader.
For the battlefield that would truly decide the survival or destruction of the Myriad Heavens was not here.
If the Co-Leader really appeared here, arriving at the Thirty-Second Pass, it would mean that all hope was lost. There would be only one final outcome-the silence of the entire world.
Resistance, buying time, preserving the sparks of life-all would lose their meaning. Everyone, everything, would become ruins.
"Then what should we do?"
No one knew where this sudden turn of events would lead, or whether it was good or bad.
Meanwhile, the lifeforms wreathed in substance sharing the same root and source as that within the holes were naturally startled by this development as well. They felt disaster looming. Though they did not understand exactly what had happened, they had evidently undergone relevant training and quickly assembled into formations.
For a time, an inexplicable, eerie silence fell over the place. Defenders and attackers alike